The Duke of Wombley was clearly unsteady on his feet, and the guests parted quickly to allow him to walk up to Lady Jane and her host. He stood right in front of her, looking unflinchingly at her face.

“May I assume that you are prepared to stir the pudding?” He said, each word pronounced as slowly as possible.

She blushed, putting her hands to her cheeks. Sir Gerald seemed uncertain what to do, hovering as h